I recently saw a old photo of me as a young boy, probably about five years of age, standing next to my father. What caught my eye was how ripped my father when he was my age now. It brought back memories of times when I’d ask him to flex his biceps as I tried to wrap my small hands around his big guns. It seemed there was nothing he couldn’t do. Of course, as I grew older and became more self-reliant, I stopped being enamored by his strength. But there’s another Father with whom we’re always to be enamored. The psalms reminds us that God has the Big Guns to lift anything, even the burdens we face today.
Your thoughts? When was the last time you tried to wrap your hands around God’s strength?